Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.